It seemed so simple,
an old love to meet again:
talk, laugh, share.
So many years past,
(I see your face, your cheek, touch your neck, feel your pulse,
Breathe you in, and I am lost, in the past.)
Both older, maybe wiser: read this, listen to that.
Remarkable the synchronicity we've found!
(I want to brush your hair from your forehead, bite your lip,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem